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Thursday, August 11, 2011

I'm a womanizer, toxic, slave 4 U

Years ago when Miss Spears first appeared on the music scene baring her midriff in a catholic school girl uniform designed by Hugh Hefner, I had a serious case of the sads. She pouted a lot and sang innocently about some guy hitting her one more time and was instantly famous. She's made millions by capitalizing on being both wholesome and a sex kitten, and I can't help but wish I'd gotten a tan, grabbed a kilt, and thought of it all first. In the 90's while I was hitting the clubs in mini skirts and halter tops I seriously overlooked the whole school girl fetish and in doing so lost my chance at fame and fortune and a permanent tan.

Still, Britney holds a special place in my envious heart. There is something so vacuous about her songs that makes her my ultimate guilty pleasure. My dirty little secret is that I love her dirty little melodies. As an ex-dancer one of my favourite things is to go to youtube and learn her routines. The woman is a phenomenal mover and shaker, and I like to think we are rehearsing together, you know, cause we're bff's and all. Being a little delusional is important to my overall ability to function in this world.

Yesterday Britney and I spent a couple hours together and I remembered a few things I had recently forgotten. One being, finding the fun is a good thing. Doug commented that all her songs are about making out with strangers, and if you can believe it he thought this was a "bad thing". I'm not saying we should all make out with each other (unless you're into that sort of thing), but I remember being an irresponsible and *possibly* intoxicated teen and everything was rather free spirited. Ok shallow is probably a better word, but what's wrong with shallow now and then? I don't want to go back there (I now have a 10 o'clock bed time and I'm pretty sure I can no longer pull off a mini skirt) but I sometimes wonder if there is a part of that unbridled enthusiasm and energy I should tap into more. I know 90 year olds who get out more than I do and it's recently occurred to me that's sort of sad. As Van Wilder famously said "You shouldn't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive."

As we wait for a court date our lives seems to once again be caught up in bureaucracy. I've been rather down and have forgotten to enjoy myself, my friends, and silliness. If all I have is today I don't want to spend it simply worrying about tomorrow. I'm not suggesting we develop peter pan syndrome, but it also may be a little premature to hand in our dancing shoes.

As I struggle with being on the other side of the world from my little man while Ethiopia is in the middle of a serious drought I worry. I worry a lot. I try to do what I can, but I feel helpless and useless 99% of the time. The other 1% I'm asleep. I can't even describe how much my heart hurts thinking of him spending more time in an orphanage especially under these circumstances. But as Van Wilder also said "Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere." All it's doing is making me crazier than I already am, so I need to get my butt out of the rocking chair and out on the dance floor (aka. my living room). Maybe I should invest in a top hat as well?

Thank you so much!! I've been thinking of you lots as well. ♥ Since I'm writing this late at night I though I would just edit on blogger after publishing, you beat me to the finished post so please ignore any typos along the way!

Speaking of dance routines, you should check out this music video (not Britney)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQ6zr6kCPj8 I found it pretty cute. Plus, I'd love to put on a robot head and learn their shuffle ;)

I am way late on commenting here...but I love Britney!!! And I don't care who knows it. But I also love Aqua because it is totally vaccuous BUT fun music!!!

I remember when we were waiting for our court date and to bring Ade home. It was so painful! Take the fun moments when you can because you need to make sure your fun levels stay up for when your son comes home!